sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
So, today's big project of the day was NEW BED!

Specifically, new mattress, and putting some bed risers in place. Everything else is the same old same old. I guess I changed the sheets, but it's not like I got new sheets. (I continue to deeply love owning nothing but dinosaur sheets.)

See, somewhere in the last few months, both Tuesday and Austin have been all "hm, you're aware that your mattress is actually complete shit, right?" and I've been like "yeah, it's ten years old YOLO" because I am an ADHD nightmare childe. But I have tried to bear their comments in mind, and kept my brain whirring about "yeah, it's deffo time for me to replace my mattress sometime". I even made a Facebook post asking for advice, which I then completely ignored.

And then yesterday, friendChris was dropping some supplies off at my house (Chris is moving and the supplies will be donated to work) and in small talk about how the move and packing is going he offhandedly said something about needing to get rid of a mattress. "Wait, shit, what size, what condition?" said I, and upon determining that it was a full and a couple years old, said "yeah, lemme see if I can arrange for a car" and that was that.

FriendKyle was all "sure, I have a car with roof rack and some strapping, and also my Sunday timing works out impeccably with yours [as long as I come to service ringing too] and so post-bells1 Kyle and I traipsed off to his house. It was nice to get to see how his post-moving is going, and rifle through his and Clara's bookshelf a bit, and admire some art.

In the morning, Ezri had helped me to move the old mattress (and the futon mattress it was lying on) downstairs so all Kyle had to do was help me haul the mattress down from the third floor of Chris's (I forgot to warn on this part), strap it to his car, and haul it into our first floor. Ezri had also agreed to help me get it up to my room, which was good because after I hugged Kyle goodbye, Ezri and I tromped upstairs and they provided invaluable moral (and occasionally material) support while I:

*vacuumed the box spring *wiped down the entire frame with a damp rag *vacuumed/mopped the floor under the bed *put the frame up on risers *got anti-slip stuff for the risers and also took the wheels off my bedframe. I am especially appreciative of their thoughtfulness in various suggestions about making sure my bed was not likely to fall off the risers, although some of that might just be the practicality of "their bedroom is right below mine".

And then the surprisingly simple task of "haul a mattress up the stairs" and now I have a new bed. I have not finished making it, although I will do that shortly. With the trash this week, out goes the incredibly old futon mattress that was my first bed post-college (thanks BelmHouse!) as just general bulk-trash. And then the day after goes the mattress that was my Big Adult Purchase Of A Real Bed, in...

lesseee. This is coming up on the end of year four at the MFA. One year at nBs in Belmont. Three years at Dance House in Medford, and three years at ARSES before it, and I got it right at the start of moving in at ARSES. So yeah, old mattress was rounding up towards eleven years old.

Time to find out how it sleeps (I guess before I actually throw out the old one in the unlikely event that Oh No This Is Bad.)

~Sor
MOOP!

1: We've all been a little all over the place this weekend -do not ask about our first attempt at Stedman this morn, although we did have a redemptive one later on- but it's actually been a pretty fun ringing weekend. Yesterday was a Just Delightful "of the six of us, you two both have some Serious Focus Areas so let's do that" and practice was so much plain hunt and it was _great_. I don't really know very well how to teach this late-beginner stage of ringing, but I'm really enjoying getting to be part of a supportive band for it!
sorcyress: Drawing of me as a pirate, standing in front of the Boston Citgo sign (Default)
This is going to be my Not Ready for Primetime letter.

Yes, I'm doing another fanfic exchange. Lord help me, I'm a fool.

~Sor
MOOP!

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sorcyress: Just a picture of my eye (Me-Eye)
Spent most of the weekend sick as a dog --fever on Sunday, culminating in puking after a bus ride (sighhhh) and sleeping for most of the day, and then just general clouded head and awful feelings on Sunday. I did get some homework and stuff done, but it kindof just throws into relief how much homework I have left to do.

The only possible reason I would have to celebrate Bin Laden's death is if it meant I no longer had to get groped at the airports. Oddly, I don't think this is going to happen. Fuckyeah cynicism. Am I glad we caught one of the "bad guys"? Sure, go US. Do I think death should ever result in celebration? Seriously, no.

I have amazing friends. Who utterly ignore my "no seriously, please don't buy me things, honestly" which is annoying. That being said, it did mean that my rolling out of bed fifteen minutes before I was supposed to be on the bus (otherwise known as forty-five minutes late) was not as wholly awful as it could have been --I had bagel and ramen to grab for breakfast and lunch.

I also have a new hat that I will have to take a picture of when I get home. It is Slightly Ridiculous.

Forgot my Concerta, and I can feel my brain suffering for it. Really need to remember to drop off my prescription at CVS today, since I'm practically out. NTS: Insurance card, actual ID.

Shlock movies on Friday at jere7my's. Lady Terminator and Rock and Roll Hotel. Both were enjoyable and snarkable, and the company was excellent. Also, homemade sticky rice with mango. I would like to put all of it in my mouth, forever. Forever.

My head is terrifically stuffed up, and it is making it difficult to feel like a real human. I kinda wish I could hide somewhere and sleep for a period or two, but I know I have to get shit done. On the plus side, I made a list of all the shit I have to get done in order to graduate. On the minus side, oh _dear gods_.

Gonna go work on _something_ now. Hopefully I will get things done and the like. Whee.

~Sor
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